the things we hold are always the first to go
”Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve not seen her around the place, but then... as much fun as it would be to spy on Jata’s house all day, I don’t really keep tabs on them. Maybe she is there and I’ve not seen it.” Ronin shrugs his shoulders, feeling a familiar sense of unease to be talking about their friends this way. But again, if he can’t talk about it with Remi, who can he talk with?
That’s what makes the Alchemist’s sudden shutting down so jarring, the Star leaning into his husband’s grip, his hands ghosting over Remi’s forearms, trying to offer reassurance for something not yet given voice to. ”Tell me what’s worrying you,” he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper. ”You know you don’t have to hide anything from me. You know I’ve got you.” He turns his head to gaze up at Remi, feeling all of a sudden like he should be the one with his arms around the Alchemist.
That’s what makes the Alchemist’s sudden shutting down so jarring, the Star leaning into his husband’s grip, his hands ghosting over Remi’s forearms, trying to offer reassurance for something not yet given voice to. ”Tell me what’s worrying you,” he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper. ”You know you don’t have to hide anything from me. You know I’ve got you.” He turns his head to gaze up at Remi, feeling all of a sudden like he should be the one with his arms around the Alchemist.
